
Flora was already in a special room that was prepared at Shane's request, there the beautiful hijab woman was still sulking want to go home to her husband.
"Mas, I want to go home soon, can we just go home this time," Flora asked as she clasped her husband's hand tightly.
"Darling, listen to me, you are still sick, don't make your own decisions like this" the young man said gently, convincing his wife to follow what the doctor said.
"But, I'm afraid, I want to feel nauseous" Flora replied in a soft tone, her face bowed and began to cry.
Shane felt frustrated but he remembered what the doctor said when he was in the all-white room of the middle-aged man in front of him. Before he walked into his wife's room with a face that somehow.
"Young master, the feeling of a pregnant woman is sensitive, a little mispronunciation can make her cry or hurt, let alone just the beginning like this, so you have to be a lot patient and still give encouragement to your wife, it could be a compliment or something she needs" explained the middle-aged man in front of Shane.
"Dear."
Shane cupped his wife's face by aligning her body which was now kneeling on the floor.
"Because I love you, honey, I want you and our baby-to-be to stay healthy, I won't leave you alone in this room" Shane told her that Flora's mood was improving.
"But I'm nauseous, Mas can't stand the smell of drugs and____."
The beautiful woman who was Shane's wife paused her words.
"And what?"
Shane asked in a soft tone.
"I'm afraid of needles, Mas, although from childhood I often take drugs and always in and out of the hospital," explained Flora honestly, her tears are no longer blocked anymore.
"Only for a while, dear, you can, I am sure you are the strong woman that Allah SWT created to accompany this weak me" Shane said to comfort his wife.
Flora tried to smile at her husband, but it had no effect at all.
The beautiful woman chose to sleep to calm her troubled heart.
"Sorry, I'm going to sleep."
Flora pulled the blanket and turned her back to Shane, her body going up and down holding back the sound of crying so as not to be heard by her partner.
Shane could only see without being able to give any strength.
Until often. his cellphone makes Shane move from his seat.
["Yes, I'll be there soon."]
The call closes and Shane sees his wife's body still the same as it was.
Carefully the young man sat on the edge of the bed and whispered something, "Honey, I'm out first huh, there's something I need to finish."
Without an answer from Flora, the husband kissed gently on his wife's cheek which he thought was pretending to be asleep because her body was shaking like she was holding back a cry.
The young man got out of bed and got out to make sure of something, until he was in the parking lot to see two parents he respected coming over.
Flora's parents and her father immediately headed to the hospital after Shane told them about Flora's pregnancy.
"Let's go to the room, Flora."
The young man occasionally exhaled heavily, it made his two parents stop their steps.
"What's wrong, son, your face is so tangled, what happened to Flora?" now replace the father-in-law who asked.
Shane finally told him everything, he was confused about how to deal with a sensitive person.
The middle-aged lady nearby approached, "Son, you have to be patient first, her name is also a pregnant person, this is also your first time, only your first 4 months are like this, pregnant people so much patience test."
The young man nodded in understanding of the words of the middle-aged woman beside him.
"Now don't be sad anymore, give a smile when we enter the room later."
The four people entered in turn, but when they all entered the room they did not find Flora's body there.
"Son, where's Rara?" asked the middle-aged woman in a worried tone.
"So I left her here, Mom, I'll find her in the bathroom, maybe Flora is there" said Shane, who now opens the bathroom, but he did not find a beautiful woman who had sulked to him.
"All of you don't panic, I'll find out where Flora is now."
The handsome young man immediately came out looking for the whereabouts of his wife who he had not found, until the figure of the woman who was still wearing the same clothes before entering the hospital sat in the park not far from the hospital canteen.
Slowly Shane approached and sat down next to Flora.
"Darling, why are you here, I'm almost confused as to where you're going, if you need anything tell me, honey."
"I'm just confused, Mas, my emotions are labile like a teenager," explained Flora whose gaze was fixed on one point.
"Because we just experienced this, honey. Honestly, I also try to stay unemotional when you start acting up which makes me want to be angry____."
"So, I'm not willing to take care of me like that?" cut the Flora that starts to rip.
"No, I want to learn to be patient with the behavior of an angel who sometimes makes his own anxiety when he is funny, and sweet," said Shane with a small laugh.
"Duh, son you go anywhere, mother and father look for you everywhere, your husband almost stressed because you are not in the room," said the middle-aged woman to her daughter.
"I'm sorry, Mom I just need to be in the room, bosen saw the infusion hose and himself without a friend figure," said Flora who deliberately satirized her husband.
"How can you think if your husband left you alone, he just called us and asked us to come over to comfort and comfort you, son," the father told his daughter.
The beautiful woman looked down, feeling guilty already thinking strangely to her husband.
"Now, Rara has met us back in the room yes, it's not good if you're here thinking about something that is not important to think about."
The words from the middle-aged woman who was his parents made Flora follow what she ordered.
"You're young, if a little problem like this makes you quarrel and not want to talk, what will happen in the future, you should understand each other and understand each other's position," the advice of Mr. Andrivijaya on the son-in-law and also his son.
"I'm sorry, Dad, Rara was wrong, thank you for always reminding Rara" Flora said in tears.